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53 for henri Blank road and then trees like a corridor begin. How does that happen. How funny for anything to start. It is the edges we use to make art, but that is tough: we live in the middle and so little in fact seems to end. This dull continuous world! Though a horse I think gets distinguished: it runs, it knocks a loose blossom down. ...

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